When those rockets popped out, MarKus let out a whistle. "Well well... that explains a lot!" MarKus seems both impressed and satisfied at that. "Makes a ton of sense in that case."

MarKus approached Mercury, hoping everything was cool with that. He hadn't been near a horse before so, he wasn't sure how to act beyond being interested in the machine-half. "Well... I'm not going to just stand around here and, yanno, do nothin. I'm a blacksmith here so... once I find a proper place with some good equipment, I'll see what I can do for ya. Are horse shoes still a thing? I might be from Texas but... a major city, so I don't know jack about horses."